Source: Wikipedia
By Robert Fitzgerald
The rake is like a wand or fan,
With bamboo springing in a
span
To catch the leaves that I
amass
In bushels on the evening
grass.
I reckon how the wind
behaves
And rake them lightly into
waves
And rake the waves upon a
pile,
Then stop my raking for a
while.
The sun is down, the air is
blue,
And soon the fingers will be,
too,
But there are children to
appease
With ducking in those leafy
seas.
So loudly rummaging their bed
On the dry billows of the
dead,
They are not warned at four
and three
Of natural mortality.
Before their supper they
require
A dragon field of yellow fire
To light and toast them in the
gloom.
So much for old earth’s ashen
doom.
Our heat is still off but it was sure chilly this morning here too--46 when we got up! Brrr!!
ReplyDeleteOne of the things (and maybe the ONLY thing) I dislike about fall is the beginning of football season. Ugh. :)
Not liking football is un-American! Good game last night - I enjoyed it. But then of course the Broncos won!
DeleteNO! Football vs Americanism is just so unfair. Lots of people don't like sports. Especially those that don't make any sense such as a bunch of burly guys falling on top of each other for millions of dollars in sally. Un-Amerian? Come 'on, C.
ReplyDeleteBUNCOs, no! Sorry, C, not a fan. :)
Was teasing, of course! I'm not such a fan of baseball - now THAT'S un-American - but love my football!
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